Stranger

Lost in a river of faces,
One stood unrecognizable.
Impervious to conformity,
Yet trapped by formality.

He remain unmoved,
As the fleet of shadows rush through.
Staring down the beaten road,
While he fumbled a lone cigarette.

The rain now poured,
Clearing path to absence.
He stayed to enjoy the drops,
Like it cleansed his’ being.

He lit another cigarette,
As he embraced the downpour.
He shivered with the anguish in him,
And inhaled the smoke.

Why do you stand there alone,
Wishing there was more,
From the rain and the smoke,
That encompassed you entirely?

He finally shed a tear,
Relieving little burden he carried.
As the thunder brought end to the storm,
He forcibly stood to reminisce still.

- Rasui Akira

written on October 27, 2005 – 9:21 PM